Gerard Warner was not only a literary giant whose suspense novels sold in the millions, he was also a man devoted to his family, especially his wife of nearly 60 years. When he dies he leaves his Charleston estate to his grandson, Michael, an aspiring writer himself. Michael settles in to write his own first novel and discovers an unpublished manuscript his grandfather had written, something he’d kept hidden from everyone but clearly intended Michael to find. Michael begins to read an exciting tale about Nazi spies and sabotage, but something about this story is different from all of Gerard Warner’s other books. It’s actually a love story.
As Michael delves deeper into the story he discovers something that has the power to change not only his future but his past as well.
Laced with suspense and intrigue, The Discovery is a richly woven novel that explores the incredible sacrifices that must be made to forge the love of a lifetime.
OK, this is a novel within a novel, never my favorite trope. The grandson finds an unpublished novel written by his wildly famous grandfather, and lucky us, we readers get to read it. But here’s the thing. It is written in the same meh writing style of the author of this book, and there is no way the grandpop would have been famous for bleh writing like that.
It is a story of a spy who came in from the cold and lived a life basically of lies, and we are supposed to get all teary eyed and sniffly at the story.
A two star effort. Oh well, they can’t all be home runs.